War Torn - Ron Weasley x Reader

Lead The Way, Chosen One

Ron POV:

While I still did not like my situation with my pret- with the Slytherin tutor, I will begrudgingly admit we definitely had more fun studying for the upcoming transfiguration test. We laughed and joked, but I didn't really think of her house very often. 

Ginny has been scaring me as of late, I catch her staring and giggling at me from behind her hands. Talking to Hermione. I don't like it. At all. I am trying to ignore it though, I need to pass this transfiguration test.  If I don't I not only risk my mother sending me a howler, but what's even worse is me getting kicked from quidditch. 

The day comes for the test and man am I sweating bullets. 

"Don't sweat it so much, you have got it. I mean you have studied for the past week with L/N. She knows what she's teaching." Encouraged Harry. I gulped and forcing down all feelings of self doubt, steeling my nerves. He's right, she did teach me, I can't doubt what she's done to help me. I shake my hands and walk into the classroom. 

After what felt like an eternity, I actually finished the test, and felt confident on how I did. Now I just had to wait until tomorrow to get my grade. I wipe my sweaty palms on my trousers and walk to my next class. Which unfortunately is potions. Even though Snape is no longer the potions professor, Slughorn is no better. The old coot loves to ramble on and is awful at explaining the subject. Just another thing to go over with Y/N. I gaze at the clock, longing for the bell to signal the end of class. 

Finally the sweet sound of relief, the bell. I grab my books in a rush and book it out of the classroom. I make my way to my dorm where I dump all my books on the floor near my bed. I flop on my bed and groan loudly. The stress of the test grade weighing on my subconscious. My stress turns into exhaustion as I pass out, completely forgetting something. 

Y/N POV:

Jeez it has been two hours and he is still not here yet. No wonder Hermione gave up on tutoring the boy. At this rate I might as well pack my books away and head back to my dorm. 

As I am walking back to the dungeons I spot Ginny out and about. I softly call out to her "Hey Ginny, fancy a walk?" She whips around and her eyes are darting around behind me, probably not expecting me to be out of the library at this hour. Confused as to why she is looking behind me I tilt my head in question. 

"OH-err- yeah, I wouldn't mind going for a walk about the castle. Though aren't you supposed to be tutoring my idiot brother right now?" She inquires.

I lightly snort and shake my head, "Well I would be, if he ever bothered showing up tonight."

Ginny groans out in frustration. She turns to me and beckons me to follow her. I do with a barely there spring in my step. As I follow along, I begin to notice the paths destination. Gryffindor castle. 

I stop in my tracks, refusing to go any further. "Wait, Gin I can't go in there! In case you haven't noticed, I'm a "snake". They'll fucking riot." I protest. She doesn't even acknowledge my words. Instead, she turns grabs my wrist and drags my there instead. I struggle, trying to flee, not wanting to get hexed by an entire room full of Gryffindor's. 

"Stupid fucking quidditch strength." I mutter in distain. Now that Ginny acknowledges with her snickers. I give up pretty easily despite this. 

I glare at Ginny's head, "I swear if I get hexed even once, you owe me so much firewhiskey." Again all she does is snicker. We finally reach the entrance to the Gryffindor castle. A rather nice painting of a fat lady being the only thing keeping us out. 

"Password?" The fat lady requests, eyeing my green robes and tie. 

"Godricks' sword." Ginny reply's proudly, without any sort of secrecy. The fat lady begrudgingly complies and opens for us to step through the threshold. Once inside, I swear all eyes were on me. Like they could smell the snake on me, impossible I know, but I was in the literal lions den.